The PokeMart

“Hey Emilia, here to do some more advertising?”

The shopkeeper’s greeting makes you cringe. His idea of “advertising” was to have you stand outside, stark naked, holding a sign that promised free blowjobs with every purchase. And, of course, giving out the free blowjobs. You needed money badly at the time, so you caved in. But unfortunately for him, you’re doing better financially now, and don’t need to **** yourself like that again.

“No you pervert, I’m just here to shop this time,” you snap back.

You pick out some potions and some pokeballs. Those are just the essentials for now. You’ll worry about grabbing more specific items if you need them. Oh, and a few antidotes. Having your pokemon poisoned would be a pretty big problem, right?

You bring the items to the checkout counter, and the cashier rings up your total. Without tearing his eyes off your tits for a second.

“That’ll be $100, Miss,” he states.

“What!? That’s highway robbery!”

“Of course, if you take me up on my part-time job offer, it becomes free, and I’ll even throw in an extra $200 on top of that! $300 total. What do you say?”

Ugh… You CAN afford the $100, but that would only leave you with $20 to start your journey. Starting with $320 would be a huge difference, especially if you wanted to buy any TMs or other specialized equipment. Still, this is exactly the sort of thing you’re trying to get away from. Should you really give the town this last satisfaction before you leave?